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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Syrinx</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A HEAP of low, dark, rocky coast,<br>Unknown to foot or feather!<br>A sea-voice moaning like a ghost;<br>And fits of fiery weather!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flying Syrinx turned and sped<br>By dim, mysterious hollows,<br>Where night is black, and day is red,<br>And frost the fire-wind follows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strong, heavy footfalls in the wake<br>Came up with flights of water:<br>The gods were mournful for the sake<br>Of Ladon’s lovely daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when she came to spike and spine,<br>Where reef and river gather,<br>Her feet were sore with shell and chine;<br>She could not travel farther.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across a naked strait of land<br>Blown sleet and surge were humming;<br>But trammelled with the shifting sand,<br>She heard the monster coming!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thing of hoofs and horns and lust:<br>A gaunt, goat-footed stranger!<br>She bowed her body in the dust<br>And called on Zeus to change her;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And called on Hermes, fair and fleet,<br>And her of hounds and quiver,<br>To hide her in the thickets sweet<br>That sighed above the river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he that sits on flaming wheels,<br>And rules the sea and thunder,<br>Caught up the satyr by the heels<br>And tore his skirts asunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While Arcas, of the glittering plumes,<br>Took Ladon’s daughter lightly,<br>And set her in the gracious glooms<br>That mix with moon-mist nightly;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And touched her lips with wild-flower wine,<br>And changed her body slowly,<br>Till, in soft reeds of song and shine,<br>Her life was hidden wholly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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Unknown to foot or feather!
A sea-voice moaning like a ghost;
And fits of fiery weather!

The flying Syrinx turned and sped
By dim, mysterious hollows,
Where night is black, and day is red,
And frost the fire-wind..."></div>
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